• magnus: taako, wanna go to fantasy costco?
  • taako: sure, let me change and put some heels on
  • magnus: it's just fantasy costco
  • taako: if i'm not the hottest bitch there then what's the point
The unicorn frappuccino is so popular that Starbucks is now developing fraps based on other mythical creatures.
  • Dragon frappuccino: Made with dragonfruit, cinnamon, and fiery hot chiles. A shameless ploy to acquire your gold.
  • Werewolf frappuccino: Seems like a normal chocolate frap (werewolves love chocolate) but the caffeine doesn't kick in until the next full moon. And boy howdy, does it kick in.
  • Mermaid frappuccino: Extra foam and sea salt caramel drizzle. Comes with a free Danish in honor of Hans Christian Anderson
  • Centaur frappuccino: Has an oatmeal raisin cookie crumble crust. Oats for the horse and raisins for the wine-loving human. Whipped cream is actually whipped Greek yogurt.
  • Fairy frappuccino: A delightful delicate flavor of honeysuckle and lavender, it has the unfortunate effect of making you fall in love with the next live creature that you see.
  • Elf frappuccino: Made with the most important food groups- candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup. Keebler cookie crumbles.
  • Hobbit frappuccino: Only served in size tall. Get one for breakfast and get a second one free!
  • Ogre frappuccino: Looks green and putrid on the outside, but has layers of different flavors that will Smash your Mouth
  • Zombie frappuccino: like a normal frap, but with SEVERAL extra shots of espresso
  • Wizard frappuccino: Butterbeer
  • Witch frappuccino: You'd think it would be the same as the wizard frap, but it has eye of newt and toe of frog #everydaysexism
  • Yeti frappuccino: Tastes like a lemon snow cone, with Himalayan pink salt
  • Alien frappuccino: They actually do have this in the Starbucks at one government building in New Mexico, but it's on the secret menu
  • Ghost frappuccino: Zero calories. Probably just blended ice.
  • Poltergeist frappuccino: Hurls itself against the wall after you pay for it
  • Vampire frappuccino: Blood. It's just blood.

Yo guys,,,,Maia did That. She fucken said “ i already get stopped and questuoned by cops because im black, i thought the clave would be past this.’ she fucking did that. And also Shadowhunters did that. They aknowledged that just bc its a fantasy world inside the mundane it doesnt mean racism doesnt exist and She called them out!!!

Signs as things said in my band class
  • Aries: if I could be a musician I wouldn't, but that's just because it's a fantasy. I would do it in real life.
  • Taurus: every time we stop playing music an instrument dies
  • Gemini: I was thinking so hard I forgot how to count
  • Cancer: you don't know music like I know music because I am music
  • Leo: haha, you thought I could play but in reality it's just my corpse doing all the work
  • Virgo: see I know what I'm doing but I don't in anyway know how to transfer my reading into noise
  • Libra: I wish I could be a perfect musician but I'm just a high school student who can't play an instrument
  • Scorpio: do you dare me to eat a piece of the reed? No I'll do it anyway, I'm hungry.
  • Sagittarius: you wish you were cool but nothing will be cooler than me and my sax
  • Capricorn: I just want to curl up under a chair, if you need me I'll be playing sad trombone tunes under here
  • Aquarius: you just have to feel the music, like get into it *hits head on a drum*
  • Pisces: sometimes I wish I could sleep in this class and feel the music

if I’m sad or tired from life and you happen to be the person I confide in, don’t tell me that stupid “give life another chance” shit. No. Dont you dare.
At that point nothing you’ll say will make me feel better.
So next time if you hear from me giving up, look me in the eye and say “you’re a god damn slytherin” and I swear to the devil himself, I would do a 180° flip.
My house has helped me a lot. Its more than just a fantasy. It’s where I have found my home. People with greatness and tragedy in their blood Alike.
Yes. So next time just remind I’m a slytherin and what I am supposed to do. How great I am meant to be.
Because the world can turn it’s back on me but my house will never let me down

anonymous asked:

have you ever got lost in a world you created in your head that you Sometimes forgets it's just a fantasy and not reality? I know I have... Also, when you create a character, do you try to be said character that you yourself act how that character would act for a certain amount of time? That happened to me before. Like when I create a character who's claustrophobic, I'll also have that for some time... I'm sometimes scared of my own mind T^T

mmh not rly. i’m not rly attached to mah own characters . ♩є(・O・。)э . I can try to feel and relate how they would feel at some points but i neveh get lost into this

That’s cool tho’! if u can feel waht they would feel ,u can create characters moar “human” with deep feelings and issues ! that’s pretty interesting !

Don’t be scared of  urself,it’s kinda normal and that proves ur involved into the creation of ur characters.Learn to divise reality and fiction and everythin’ will be daijoubou ! //winky wonk//  ㄟ( ・u・ )ㄏ

cinema-cynic  asked:

So basically I'm writing a supernatural thriller. And the monster in the book is a folkloric being from Algonquian legend called the Wendigo. And while I did try my best to be faithful to the myth, I had to change a few things about the Wendigo lore so it would fit better into my story. So my question for you is: have I culturally appropriated native folklore by making some changes to the myth itself? I realize that it's just a fantasy creature but I'd rather be safe than sorry here.

Using Native American Folklore

The question shouldn’t be “is it appropriation if I change it?” but “is it appropriation if I use it outside of its original context?”

The answer is yes, it is appropriation to use it out of Algonquin context.

The Wendigo is not some supernatural creature to pick at random and include because it’s the latest horror fad. It is a part of a living, breathing religion that created the Wendigo for a very specific purpose. You cannot just go around picking monsters at random from other cultures because they sound cool or fit your plot the best.

If you were really wanting to use the Wendigo, make the story Algonquin-centric. Native protagonists who believe in this stuff and grew up with the legends. The appropriate setting in Algonquin territory. The entirety of the religion, not just one sensationalist part. The Wendigo means something to the Algonquin. It provides a key piece of their beliefs.

It’s not “just” a “fantasy creature”. One, there is no such thing as “just” when dealing with representation, because all forms of racism and appropriation are hurtful. Two, the Wendigo is not a “fantasy creature”. It is a part of a mythology and religion that still exists. Treat it with that respect.

Using it out of the original context is appropriation. Changing it to fit your own plot is selfishly putting your own story above the culture you’re hurting by misrepresenting them.


~Mod Lesya

  • *the team is lost in the woods outside the city*
  • Gladiolus: You didn't bring a map or a flashlight or anything that could keep us from getting lost?
  • Prompto: Yes, I brought all of those things. It's called a cell phone. Map, flashlight, compass, an app that makes me sound like T-Pain- Nope, the battery's dead. Now it's just a brick.
Just a Little Bit on Sakura and Sasusaku

You know what I think about Sakura? This is less about Sasuke and more about herself. See, as person who dislikes Sakura, I actually think that because I’m not biased with fanfiction interpretations that I have a better grasp of Sakura’s character than some people who love her. Sakura, despite her bravado, is not a person of real confidence. She has low self-esteem and very little self-worth. I think that part of the reason she is so hung up on Sasuke is its a sense of validation for herself. She was shy, friendless, unpopular, and overlooked as a child. She liked Sasuke, but even better, to be acknowledged by someone everyone likes, everyone admires, that would make her special. That would make her somebody worthwhile, right? Of course I do believe that Sakura does have feelings for Sasuke, but is she really in love with Sasuke the person, or is it the idea of him? That he doesn’t notice her or pay attention to her only makes this insecurity worse. Sakura is constantly angsting over not doing enough, not fitting in on her team, not belonging or being someone of necessity. As stated (in the only time she ever elaborates on her feelings) she is attracted to Sasuke because he’s attractive, talented, and “cool”. A person who personifies, in essence, everything she believes herself not to be. God, there’s so much to say about this really, but I’ll save it for later. 

It’s part of why Sasusaku is such an out of left field idea to me. Sasusaku shippers portray the ship as the exact same way that leads Sakura’s problematic behavior. They ship it because they love the idea of Sakura being the “special one” who is the exeption to Sasuke’s personality and his greatest weakness and is the “fangirl who’s different from all the other girls”, which is so irritating because she’s not. Sakura is the antithesis of these concepts. There is nothing different or special about Sakura’s love. There is nothing different or special about her as far as relating to Sasuke goes. As I detailed in my previous posts, she doesn’t know him, she’s doesn’t understand him, she doesn’t even have a basic grasp on the concepts that are necessary for those things. Sasuke has not singled her out. She doesn’t appeal to him or interest him. She doesn’t challenge him in any emotional, mental, or physical way. They’re not even close. What does Sasuke even know about Sakura, or understand about her? Sakura, as far as Sasusaku goes, has nothing different or special about their relationship or dynamic that couldn’t be done by any other generic fangirl. Absolutely nothing. Nothing that transpired between them is anything that wouldn’t have happened had any other fangirl been placed on his team. That’s really the only thing Sakura had going for her or that seperates her from, I don’t know, Ino. Do any of you Sasusakus honestly think that if Ino was on his team that he wouldn’t have saved her life? That he wouldn’t have grown to care for her as a teammate? That he wouldn’t have thanked her for caring about him? That he would have left her to die? Or treated her like dirt on the bottom of his shoe? Do you really think that these “Sasusaku proofs of love” aren’t just generic shit that would come with virtually any other teammate, and is actually something unique that would only be there with Sakura?

‘Cause see, that's my whole thing. Can’t say that about Naruto. I can’t say that if Kiba had been his teammate, everything about their relationship would be more or less exactly the same. Or Shikamaru. Or Chouji. Or Neji. 'Cause you see, the manga has shown me this. Its shown me the depth, the reason, the relationship, the uniqueness between the two. In fact, while reading this I bet you were thinking of how different the dynamics would have been between Sasuke and those male characters, because, surprise surprise, there is actually something substantial there that can’t be replicated and receive the same results. Seriously, replace Ino with Sakura and think of what would change in regards to Sasuke. Ino would have cared. Ino would have tried to stop him. Seeing as how there are no substantial moments of bonding or exclusivity between the two, there is nothing that would have happened that Ino couldn’t fill in for. Sasuke waxed lyrical about Naruto and how much he’s always loved him and the ways in which he enriched his life for two straight chapters while Sakura got no mention (except, of course, in the Team 7 picture where he refers to them as such). Sakura was just afforded the opportunity of being the closest girl around and female main character with her legs always wide open and ready with basically no standards or expectations. 

For fucks sake, Sakura literally has nothing to do with Sasuke’s character or story arc. Seriously, delete Sakura from the manga and tell me what about Sasuke’s person or journey as character throughout the story changes. Please. Tell me something that would have affected his plot if some other girl with healing powers were on his team.

I’m just saying, there is nothing inside of Sasusaku. Nothing at all. Kishimoto doesn’t give a fuck about this pairing (lol I don’t know how they got together I don’t want any SS in the pairings movie there wasn’t gonna be any in the Bolt movie either but the SS fans are complaining so I guess I’ll come up with something here have a family pic of Sasuke looking like he’s about to run away as soon as the camera flashes and a Karin lookalike child who feels neglected), and it cannot become more apparent how little actual thought goes into this ship. Its just a vicarious fantasy ship where Sasuke is standard shoujo angsty bad boy bishie and Sakura is “independent, normal girl who’s different from all the rest” which is pretty much the antithesis of these characters. 

But I think the worse part, the really bad thing about it, is it supports a Sakura never growing up. It takes all those things (the potential for self-reflection and learning to be a person who doesn’t need others to feel worth something) and throws it in the garbage as the blind quest for Sasuke’s dick goes on forevermore. All the pathetic shit will forever be apart of her as she dusts a house for a husband who comes home twice a year, who has a child who feels neglected, and she is happy with her dysfunctional family because Sasuke-kun’s anything is enough. I don’t even fucking like Sakura, but that anyone is defending that anything about what her character turned into is satisfactory and good is honestly some disheartening shit. 

anonymous asked:

If I as a selfshiper get into a relationship dose that mean I have to stop with my selfships????? ((btw I luv your art. You should draw Edward from FMA he'd look cute in your style. Kiss the alchemy boi))

??? no?? youre selfshipping with fictional characters,,,,, fictional, its all just a fantasy for fun or to make you feel better or however the heck it works for you

if you feel that it somehow gets in the way of your real relationship tho, thats your problem (or your partner’s problem if they somehow get jealous or uncomfortable over fictional shit)

i mean im in a relationship and im still keeping this blog up , i still draw gamari practically everyday, gam’s still my love gdjskngdsjn but that doesnt mean i dont fully love adri aswell

theres just a seperation yknow, and Anyway like i said if you cant have that seperation between fiction and real life its your problem or ur partner’s problem and y’all gotta talk it out and find a solution

also gjdskndsg thank you!! 💕 trust me i’ve had my time drawing edward back in 2011-2012 :’^)

Good, GOOD games that are in my favs list: Xenoblade Chronicles

Daydream Nation Part 7

Pair : Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader

Music : Crazy in Love by Beyonce

A/N : Sorry for the late update, but here it is!! Hope you enjoy!! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Warning : SMUT! Cursing, and angst

Its been a month since my last encounter with Dean. Sure we would see each other in class, but that was it. Never once did I talk to him. Or talk to him longer than I should. It was nothing more than any other student/teacher relationship, and it killed me. 

But nothing could happen. He had a girlfriend, and he was a lot older. Whatever I feel for him, its nothing more than just a fantasy. 

The class has come to an end, and everyone began to swarm out into the hall. 

“Caroline, may I have a second?” Mr. Winchester exhaled, rolling his sleeves up. 

Both you and Caroline shared a long glance. She looked nervous, baffled even, not knowing why he wanted to see her. 

his eyes met mine for a moment, causing my breath to hitch to the back of my throat. why must he be so damn gorgeous!


(Deans POV)

I watched Y/N walk out of the class. Her hair was let loose, falling over her shoulder. She looked tired, annoyed even, but she was still so beautiful. 

Its hard to focus on anything else but her. Especially when i have to stand in front of the class and lecture about World War II, and I could feel her staring right at me. If only things were simple. Just a girl who was of age, who I knew wouldn’t get hurt if I got too close. 

But that wasn’t the case. 

“Hello? Mr. Winchester? Did you hear me?” Caroline muttered, interrupting my thoughts. 

“Oh Caroline, yes uh I wanted to talk to you about-” I took in a deep breath, As much as I wish I could ask her about Y/N, Know how shes doing. It wasn’t my place to. 

“About your report on the Holocaust.” I improvised. 

“What about it? I hope I didn’t fail!” She croaked. “I worked so hard on that. I even stayed up for days just to make it perfect!” 

“No, it’s great! Dont worry. I just uh dont have a work cited paper from you, which I need to know where you got your information from.” I stated. 

She nodded slowly and furrowed her brows. “Huh, that’s funny, I am pretty sure I stapled it with the report. But I guess I will Retype it.” 

I crossed my arms over my chest and flashed a smile. “Thank you.” 

She turned on her heels and made her way to the door. But before walking out, she stopped in her steps and met my gaze. 

“You know, you should be ashamed of yourself.” She stammered. 

I was taken back for a moment, not understanding exactly what she meant. 


“Come on Mr. Winchester, I knew all about you and Y/N.” She spewed out. 

My chest tightened, and I was at lost for words. I could feel my stomach begin to churn as her words stitched into my head. She knew all along. 

“And I had such high hopes for you two. She loved you. And I thought you loved her..” She whispered. 

I clenched my jaw shut, as a small lump formed in my throat. “I do love her, Caroline.” I stated. 

Her lips slowly curved up, but fell immediately after. “If you did, You wouldn’t have hurt her the way you did. You dont destroy someone and use them whenever the hell you want.” Her voice was stern, and she was right. 

I hurt Y/N in a way no man should ever hurt the person they love. 

“You’re right.” I hesitated. 

Caroline nodded and walked over to me. “Look, she’s my best friend and I know her more than she knows herself. She is still so in love with you. But she doesn’t want to admit it. If you love her like you say you do, then go after her.” 

Before I could say anything else, She left the classroom. leaving me alone to my thoughts. 

Y/N is still in love with me? Caroline is right. I have to find her, make everything right before its too late. Before I lose her forever. 

I ran out the classroom, my legs felt heavy like in a dream. I pushed myself, in hopes to find her. To find Y/N. 

Passing through the doors that lead out to the parking lot, I saw her in the corner of my eyes. Making me stop in my place, I was mesmerized by her. Like always, I was in awe. Her hair was blowing in the wind as she sat on the curb, looking up at the sky. Her eyes were squinted, as she leaned on her hands.

“Hey Y/N!” A familiar voice croaked. 

There he was, Jason Dilaurentis. The handsome young fellow who almost every girl in the school drooled over. 

I watched as he pulled her up to him, running his hand over her face and pressing his lips to hers. 

It made my body cringe. Like a thousand spiders crawling up and down my spine. I couldn’t breathe. The girl I was so madly in love with, kissed another guy. A guy she could go out on dates with, someone who can be with her whenever and where ever. 

I know I should be happy, But it hurt more than anything. 


I arrived to school earlier than usual. To drop off my science project, that was due yesterday, but I accidentally dropped it and had to redo EVERYTHING. 

I had never hated myself more than last night. I was so tired. I just wanted the day to be over. 

“Look, you better be gone before I get back tonight or I swear I will kick your ass!” A familiar voice muttered in the direction of Mr. Winchesters office. 

He sounded upset, something I’ve never heard from him before. 

I walked over to the door, hoping to hear more from him. 

“She isn’t going to find out Sam! I got it under control. Now you and Lisa better get out of my house or so help me Sammy!” 

I made a loud gasp, then placed my hand over my mouth. 

I turned away, hoping to be as far way as possible but it was too late. 

“Y/N?” Dean hesitated, furrowing his eye brows. “What’re you doing here?” 

I locked my gaze with his, feeling my knees begin to weak. Its been so long since I have been alone with him, and yet he still managed to give me butterflies. 

“I-I uh had to turn in my science project.” I flashed a light smile. 

He slowly nodded and leaned his body against the door, never taking his eyes of me. 

My mind was swirling with different emotions, part of me wanted to slap him while the other wanted me to kiss him. But I also wanted to know exactly what he was talking about on the phone. Who did he mean when he said ‘She?’ 

“Who were you talking about on the phone?” I asked, feeling the heat escape my body. 

“Uh just an old friend.” He forced a smirk. “I see you and Jason are pretty close.” He sighed. 

Me and Jason? How did he-Why-what?! 

“Excuse me?” I stammered. 

He let out a soft chuckle, and shook his head. “Nothing. I better get back to grading some papers.” 

I opened my mouth to speak, but he slipped into his office, closing the door behind him. 

I could feel anger begin to wash over me. I was too tired, and I am not in the mood to be treated like nothing. I kept my cool about the other girl. I kept my distance, but now that I ask a simple question, he wants to shut the door in my face? No.

I pushed the door open, and stormed right in. 

“You dont get to do this. You don’t get to push me out.” My voice grew loud, as my body began to shake. I was furious. 

Dean sat up straighter in his desk. 

“I told you that I loved you. Something I have never done! And you fucked me over. I deserve so much more than this shit!” I yelped, feeling the knot tight and my eyes welled with tears. “I should hate you. I should be so angry, but I’m not because I love you Dean!” I croaked. 

His eyes were hard, locking onto mine as he made his way toward me. 

He looked angry, tired, sad even. No words were expressed, just anger. And I can tell, he was more than pissed. 

He pressed his hands on to my face, pulling me in and crashed his lips to mine. Our mouths moved in sync as our tongues grazed along each other. 

My hands traveled along his neck, as he picked me up and sat me on his desk. I pulled him in closer, making him stand inbetween my legs as I craved more of him. 

His lips traveled to my neck, down to my chest, following my torso down to my panties. I could feel myself begin to soak as he kissed along my thighs, driving me insane as he pushed my dress up with his hands. 

“Fuck.” I moaned. He pushed my panties aside, and gently placed his tongue over my clit. Slowly licking up and down. 

My body was filled with pure bliss as chills grew along my arms. 

The way his tongue felt against me, tasting me, I couldn’t breathe. For months I have wanted to feel him all over me, to feel him take me and show me how to love. 

I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling as he sucked and licked harder and faster. Taking me on a high. My breathing became heavy as I moaned out in pleasure. 

Dean propped up on his toes, and released himself out of his pants, no time for anything. He forcefully ripped my panties off, and pushed my dress up more, leaning himself into me. Slowly, I could feel him break through, my walls tightening around him. It hurt, but it was a good pain. I never wanted him more. My nails dug into him as he began to pump himself in and out of me. Increasing his speed, and pounding harder. He grunted out in the air, as he stared intently into my eyes. 

I could feel myself about to reach my peak. Our moans grew louder and our bodies molded as one. My heart was pounding profusely. 

“I’m going to cum!” He stammered, ramming himself inside of me. 

Our heads fell back as we both reached our climaxes. Letting himself go inside of me, I screamed out in pleasure, releasing myself along with him, my juice surrounding his hard throbbing cock.

A small chuckle escaped our lips as he fell on top of me. 

Our eyes met, and in that moment, the world stood still. 

“I love you too Y/N.” He whispered. “But we cant..” He stood up, pulling his pants up and returning my panties to me. 

“What? Why?” I exhaled, pulling my dress down. 

His eyes softened, as if he had lost something so important to him. “I-It’s complicated.” He hesitated. 

“Try me.” 

The door opened and Sam walked in. 

“Dean, Caroline’s in trouble!” He croaked.